Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

I Run From Earth That's Dry and Mortal

I run from earth that's dry and mortal,
I seek for embraces that's dear,
You're born with sea foam and your portal
is shut, you cannot hear me here.

I seem to you so timid, really,
or I am really timid so?
I will be fluffy, white and silly,
I will refuse black wings of woe.

I beg you, Cypress, hear my calling
among resentments and despair,
Please, hear my cry of endless longing
and stop it, if you really care.

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